grief notes: echo,
says, don't sit there; technicolour,
trace cold & carbon skin
at the edge of pain,
life happens
no recollection
of ordinary things, a silence
poured mercury-deep,
grew constant, more confused
with every tide
what is
but the whiteness
of moon, increasing
tear,
made visible by loss,
Born in Ottawa, Canada's glorious capital city, rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa.
The author of some twenty trade books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, his most recent titles are the poetry collections
gifts (Talonbooks), a compact of words (Salmon Poetry, Ireland), wild horses (University of Alberta Press)
and a second novel, missing persons (The Mercury Press). An editor and publisher, he runs above/ground press,
Chaudiere Books (with Jennifer Mulligan), seventeen seconds: a journal of poetry and poetics (ottawater.com/seventeenseconds),
The Garneau Review (ottawater.com/garneaureview) and the Ottawa poetry pdf annual ottawater (ottawater.com).
He spent the 2007-8 academic year in Edmonton as writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta, and regularly posts reviews,
essays, interviews and other notices at robmclennan.blogspot.com.